( 🎧 ) . ݁₊ “LOVELY BOYFIE!”
╰┈ Wonwoo can fight anyone! Even his own miniteen plush.
₍ 𝑓𝘵. ₎ 𓈒 원우 ˶ fluff, est. relationship * skinship, reader being moody, cutie wonu ⎯⎯ 1.1k ꒱ ✦ bf!wonu x f!reader
♪ A/N : I don't think my words are enough to express how adorable this man is !? | FOXDUNGEE UGH MY CUTIE PIE.
Dragging your feet along the wooden carpeted floor, you made noises of distress.
You throw yourself on the couch with a loud thud─causing your boyfriend to call out in concern.
“Baby? Are you okay?” Hearing this, you immediately turn your head, expecting him to finally walk out of his room into the broad daylight—only to be disappointed.
Wonwoo had been in his personal office, gaming and gaming the whole day. To be fair, you shouldn't be bothered right now because he has spent the entire last two days with you, without any distractions. But that doesn't mean he has to be sitting in that same chair and game for literally six hours.
“I'm not okay.” Your tone feigned nonchalance, followed by a scoff that Wonwoo didn't fail to pick up. You could hear some shuffling, but also knew it wasn't him standing up from that damn seat.
“Just five more minutes, okay?” your boyfriend shouted from his office, and you didn't bother to reply because he had been saying that for God knows how many times now. Instead, you get up and head towards your shared bedroom—hoping to pass the time by scrolling through your phone.
As you enter, you're immediately hit by the familiar scent of Wonwoo. It wasn't a surprise. He stays in the bedroom for the whole day, and sometimes even replaces your side of the bed with his.
Sighing with disappointment, you lay down on your bed and reach out for your phone. But as you look at the screen, it flashed with a picture of Foxdungee—wonwoo’s miniteen plushie. You notice it wasn't yours, but Wonwoo’s phone. He left it here when he went to his office.
Foxdungee.
You get up and immediately start searching for it. If not Wonwoo, at least his miniteen plush can keep you company.
Just as you take it out of your closet, you hug it tightly and jump back to the bed. You grab Wonwoo’s phone and take a few selfies with it, before playing a short movie to watch while you pass the time.
An hour passed, then two, and then three—
The clock hit 12 at noon, you were under the bed sheets, completely snuggled in, when you heard the door slowly open and close—indicating that Wonwoo finally decided to get up from his gaming seat, looking for you.
“Baby?” He softly called out, approaching the bed and taking a seat beside you as your back faced him. He caught the bright flash from the screen of your (his) phone, and smiled; thinking you were waiting for him this whole time instead of taking a nap.
Wonwoo sneaked an arm around your waist, his hand hit a soft thing that you held close to yourself. He frowned, snuggling closer to your back as he raised his head to get a look at what you were holding—
Foxdungee.
Bursting into a giggle, he buried his face in your neck and pressed a peck there, dramatically letting out a ‘mmwah!'
“You're holding Foxdungee thinking it's me? You love me that much, baby?” His tone carried a hint of amusement along with teasing, gently trying to move the plush out of your grip so you can hold him instead.
But your grip was tight. His lips unconsciously formed a little pout at his failed attempt to move Foxdungee.
“Baby—”
“Get off me,” you muttered, loud enough for him to catch it, as you removed his hand from your waist and sat up on the bed.
Wonwoo, dumbfounded, looked up at you with a genuinely confused expression, but he didn't wait another second before sitting up as well—his hands reaching up to rest on your thigh by instinct.
“What happened?” He could simply stare at you with big, confused eyes.
“Who do you think you are?” You eyed him.
“Huh?” Wonwoo muttered, tilting his head in confusion. “Is this a punishment for your lovely boyfriend?”
“You’re not my boyfriend,” you looked at him with a confident look, and he swears he heard you wrong, because, what?
You loosen your grip around Foxdungee, lifting it up with your hands as you waved it. “This is.”
The way Wonwoo’s face immediately shifted to a one that spoke volumes, made it difficult for you to hold in your laugh.
“What the fuck,” in disbelief, Wonwoo stared down at the plush in your hands—now finding himself frowning at the way you held it so gently and close to you, but not your actual boyfriend.
“Haha, so funny, I actually laughed. Now give me that,” he faked his laugh, reaching out to grab Foxdungee with a tight grip, trying to pull it away from you.
“Hey! Stop that—” you argued back, pulling it towards you with full force as well.
It felt like two kindergarten kids fighting over a plushie, except that one of them wanted to throw it away because he didn't like the way you held it so close to yourself.
The atmosphere shifted like the weather in early spring. A little pushing and pulling caused a whole pillow fight, trapping you both in a light-hearted and sweet moment with laughs and smiles.
And you both definitely didn't just ignore the way Foxdungee had been completely ripped apart…
“Wait,” you interrupted, suddenly quieting down. “Where's Foxdungee?”
Just as you start to look around, Wonwoo gently grabs your shoulder and pushes you down on the bed, hovering above you, with a playful dissatisfied frown.
“Who cares?” He leaned down to peck your lips, pulling away with a smile. “I'm your boyfriend, not my miniteen plush. And I'm better.”
You laughed, playfully hitting his shoulder. “I don't think so. Your miniteen plush doesn't sit in its office for hours and hours, neglecting its girlfriend.”
A bit of teasing won't hurt—you thought.
Wonwoo chuckled and let himself fall on top of you, burying his face in your neck with a whine. “Don't say that, I'm sorry. I love you..”
Just that, made you fold immediately. You grab his face, guiding him to pull away so you could look at him. As he did so, you flash the brightest grin Wonwoo might have ever seen and press a long kiss on his lips, making him grin as well.
“I think I forgive you, my lovely boyfriend.”
In moments like these, you realise that your significant other taking a few hours for themselves doesn't cause their love to lessen for you.
“Thank you,” closing his eyes, Wonwoo laid his head on your chest, his face lit up with a smile that you could feel when you gently touched his lips.
“Your lovely boyfie promises to never leave you out ever again.” He pecked your hand and snuggled in closer.
